They say, the science supports the facts
One day, I'll die. I'll be no more than the
wind whipping against the rocks.
No more than waves crashing over and over

If that's the case, do anyone of us cease
to be? Energy reincarnated; consciousness surmised, flowing out on
one and into something or another. Growing with the mountains,
and falling as the first snow.

They say it's all a science, we've got it all
figured out in our ape brains;
We know where it's all coming from and
where everything is going to end.

The nights I'll look into the twinkling sky, and
I can't stop myself from smiling
Those who think they've got it all figured out must be
so relieved, so bored.

I see infinite adventurous calamity.
I see days that loop into nights,
that they're not really separate

I see the sun void into the eternal black night, and I
realize
We don't know ****, and it's insulting to the
universe

To think our ape brains are more special than the rest